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This poem was inspired by a lovely young cherry who frequently visits a church of which I inhabit. Unexpectedly I grew quite fond of her thus spawned was this poem.

Anna III

Cam00137-2by Glenn McCrary 09 Sep 2013

Of all things to have existed
by herself --- a black & white picture ---
classically she scattered…
Her eyes were marked with great hunger
The sweltering fierceness of sudden temptation
deepening with each passing glance

Each moment in which she would speak
Set fire to the congregation
As beneath our feet the earth crumbled

Though from blackest corner of the room
Nestling was an appetite ever so carnal